SkeankySnack

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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The journey back to the hotel wasn’t necessarily long, but with the thoughts in his head, it felt like it took Leon ages to get back to his room. He had travelled back with Nate, but hadn’t really said much, partially because he had a lot on his mind, but also partially because it felt like Nate was leagues elsewhere himself, the two having split up somewhere along the way back having nary said a word to one another. Leon wasn’t sure whether that was the room itself or somewhere in between there and the gym, but regardless he had found himself in the same spot as when he first got to Vegas; the balcony. The young man leaned over the railing, looking out to the city below, trying to sort out where his mind was at, which happened to be with Sami, whom he left behind.

He knew Sami was tough and very capable of taking care of himself, but even so, fending off some jacked up dude in a fight club was a little over the top, even for him. Leon wanted to jump back in, to help his friend out, after all he was the one who caused the fight to break out, even if he still wasn’t sure why it broke out. Sami was insistent though, he always had to take care of things himself, which got Leon thinking. Sami was like the grown adult big brother everyone could rely on, even when Leon was dealing with his own demons, Sami was the one to always offer him a place to stay, to recuperate, to recover and yet, he never really seemed to take care of himself, let alone anyone take care of him. It made Leon really wonder if Sami really had everything under control or maybe..just maybe, he didn’t really trust anyone to let them take care of him if the going got rough, then again, maybe it was just Leon he didn’t trust? He really did have to wonder…

While her three friends had decided to take a trip to the gym (yuck), Val had done exactly as she'd said before: spent the last hour soaking in warm water and bubbles while snacking on her strawberries. She had emerged from the bathroom in a fluffy white robe with the hotel's logo on its back, a matching white headband that held back any stray strands of hair that had escaped her messy top bun, and leaving a trail of fruity-smelling soap behind her everywhere she went. She'd been on her way back to the bedroom when she spotted Leon at the balcony, and decided to pay him a visit.

“You’re back already? And here I was thinking we’d lost you to the gym for the next three hours” she teased her friend with a curious smile. But when she noticed just how pensive Leon was, her playfulness turned into worry, and she frowned with concern. “Leon? Are you okay?” she asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Feeling the hand on his shoulder he turned to look who it was and was pleasantly surprised to find Val, “Oh, hey V, didn’t see you there.” He paused a moment to look her up and down, was this some kind of new fashion, or was that just Vegas style in general? Man his internet searches were severely off point if monogrammed fur coats were the thing to wear, though wherever she got it from clearly misheard ‘Baleria’ instead of Valeria. “You look fancy, planning on going out or something?”

The short girl laughed and shook her head. “Not really, no. I was planning on ordering a bunch of room service and on demand movies under AJ’s name and spending the whole afternoon watching them while pigging out, but after I realized how lame that sounded, I thought
of doing something else. What that something else is, I have no idea yet. Why?”

“You just looked all gussied up so I thought I’d ask, though I could see the appeal in your plan,” Though why someone would wear something so fancy while eating and binge watching he didn’t really understand; again it was probably some Vegas etiquette he didn’t get. “Thought I’d be gone longer, before that I was thinking of touring the city, but to be honest, the view up here is plenty tour enough. Hard to believe that people like Mel Gibson could see this kind of sight every night.” Leon mostly mused, his head propped up in his hand as he leaned over the balcony taking in the view, “Wonder if I’ll get famous enough to come back here.” It wasn’t a serious thought, more something to ponder on.

“Oh, definitely,” came Val’s quick reply as she positioned herself next to Leon. “I doubt a guy with mad basketball skills, a huge heart and super humble like you would ever be anything less than famous. If anyone deserves that, it would be you, bud.”

Was Val being...nice? He had to raise his eyebrow a bit, “Who are you and what have you done with Val?” He asked jokingly. It wasn’t all that odd, deep down, past the glares and the nut shots, Val was actually a really nice person. What made it more odd for him was that she’d practically been avoiding him since prom, and less than six or seven hours ago she'd seemed less than pleased with him. Things seemed, at the very least, going back to more of a standard norm. All in all, though, he couldn’t help but laugh.

The short girl couldn’t help but laugh at his joking suspicion. “Shut up! You act like I’ve never been nice to you before,” she shot back, lightly elbowing him in the ribs.

He took the shot in stride as he rubbed his side, “There’s the sugar cube I knew was in there.” It felt good to laugh with Val, realistically it hadn’t been all that long since prom, but to him it felt like ages since Leon got to actually spend a good moment laughing with Val. He still wasn’t sure what upset her to begin with and he was slightly apprehensive to even bring it up, fearing he’d ruin the good mood. At the end of it all though, he was just glad to see Val smile again, “I’m glad you came along y’know? I thought at the last minute back at school, you’d changed your mind about coming. Not sure what Sami did but…” his mind wandered back to the Latino, hoping he was okay and wasn’t fucked up or passed out in the street, or worse. Shaking the thoughts, he returned his attention back to the girl beside him, “Anyway, I’m happy you’re here, it’d be kind of boring otherwise.”

His sweet words brought a warm feeling to Val’s chest. It was nice to be reminded of the reason she was choosing to put up somewhat voluntarily with the likes of Reyna, Ava and Emilia. After so many years together, her and her boys deserved to have a whole lot of fun before life and growing up inevitably separated them. “You have to give Chris some of the credit too. His patience with me was a crucial part of me standing here right now,” she laughed, smiling at how the one people were quick in deeming the ‘troublemaking hardass’ was probably the most considerate of her feelings out of them all. He deserved hell of a lot more than the shitty card he sometimes was given to. “Anyway, I’m sure there’s a few people here who wished I’d stayed back in California, but you know what? They can suck it. I’m here to stay, and I’m happy to be here.” How long would this good mood last, however, was anyone’s guess.

“Damn straight!” Leon exclaimed, raising his arms above his head to stretch, before lowering them and using his interlocked hands like a head rest. “Guess I’ll have to thank Chris at some point for convincing you to stay on board,” Chris was one of those people Leon wasn’t too sure about, he generally didn’t have a problem with anyone, but that guy always seemed to give him the evil eye whenever Leon looked in his general direction. He wasn’t entirely sure what Chris’ issue was, but if Val trusted him, then that was all the opinion he really needed, especially since some people did take issue to Val’s...impulses from earlier.

Staring out at the skyline, he continued to take in the aura and vibrancy that emanated from the city below, “Any idea on what the night is going to bring us?” He asked offhandedly, “I heard the city looks even better when it’s all lit up.”

“I’ve heard that too…” she noted, eyes still glued to the fast-paced, extravagant view stretching out in front of them. “And I have no idea, honestly. It’s hard to know what any moment will bring considering the fabulous group we got with us,” she said with a chuckle.

“Definitely right about that…” Leon stated, rather far more morbidly than he intended, nearly having his teeth knocked in at the gym. His musings were cut off at the sudden growl in his stomach, finally realizing just how hungry he was feeling. He knew what his calorie intake was, he knew what kind of foods he should be eating, but… Well...when in Vegas. “I know you mentioned ordering room service would be kind of boring, but that’s actually not sounding like a bad plan right about now...think AJ will mind? I really don’t want to be rude about it.”

At the mention of food, Val’s attention was quickly shifted from the view to Leon. But instead of a conspiratorial smile, she was raising her eyebrows at him. “Did you miss the part where I said room service is a lame idea?” she asked him. “We’re in fucking Vegas, panther. Gordon Ramsay’s Hell’s Kitchen is literally right across the street!” she pointed out, grabbing his muscled bicep with one hand to stir the rest of his body in the direction her other hand was pointing to. “If we’re eating anywhere, then that’s where I wanna go.”

Despite the incredible size difference, Val had strength where it counted and in his hunger addled state, and was easily ‘shown’ the direction of the restaurant she described. “Oh damn, it really is! Wait, Ramsay, he’s that British dude who’s always screaming right...or was he Scottish? I think I read that somewhere.” He scratched his head to think before shrugging, “Screw it, why not? Hopefully they don’t discriminate ‘cause I didn’t think to bring a fancy monogrammed fur coat...if nothing else you could claim I’m your bodyguard or something, since you look the part.”

The thought of showing up to a fancy restaurant like Hell's Kitchen dressed in nothing but a white bathrobe and a matching headband with a poorly dressed 'bodyguard' like Leon definitely amused the young woman, but not enough to go through with it. "Give me ten minutes to get ready and we'll be on our way," she told Leon with a smile, lightly punching his shoulder as a parting gesture before disappearing back into the hotel room.

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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Already, even before the trip had started, two of the most difficult and discouraging things had occurred to Leon. First of all, bane of his existence, the shower. Despite there being some kind of basic principle to showers, ie one direction gets hot water, one direction gets cold, every single shower Leon had ever encountered was different by some design choice or other. These differences would leave a frustrated man, slowly coagulating in his own clammy, sweat soaked skin, to fiddle with the mechanism until he was sure that he wouldn’t turn into an icicle or melt completely. Fortunately he had time to shower, dress and make himself as comfortable as he could before the RV had hit the highway, the telltale sign of the lumbering beast crawling it’s way from the parking lot as Leon toweled off, cued him off to get situated quickly. The second thing? It came after the fact.

The air was heavy and thick with tension, and even though most everyone had gone their separate ways to different corners and sections of the bus, whether to nap, relax or just idly pass the time; the mood was more than apparent. It was like a team just before the big game, wallowing in the fact that their lucky stick, knick knack or knockoff was gone and stolen, or just plain broken. It was a dour situation with sour notes in between, an abstract sense of loathing that, despite Leon being emotionally ready, was not mentally available to draw in this sense. It was a feeling he couldn’t really place other than a black shadow that seemed to grow in intensity with the passing moment and seemed to cascade down in the lobby of the hotel they arrived in. Where the time had gone, he wasn’t entirely sure as Leon had spent the majority of his time to himself, idly watching the world go by before it collapsed into the argumentative group of people before him. Even as he took his mint to signify which room he’d be staying, the young man kept wondering what he could do to help? He didn’t feel as though he was the root cause of the problem, but even so, he wanted to figure out some way to lift everyone up. Hell, this was supposed to be a final hurrah and here they were, bitching like little kids, having adults to break them up and find a compromise. They were supposed to be their own people now, their own adults. Was this what Leon was going to look back on when he left town? Years of memories, drowned and sullied in kids trying to be something they weren’t? ...This was getting to be too much.

Leon wasn’t entirely sure when he left the lobby, when he stepped in or out of the elevator, or how he even managed to follow his group to their suite. When the door opened though, it was like a veil had been lifted and all the bad feelings suddenly washed away in brilliant light. The suite itself was amazing, filled with glistening tile, thousand dollar furniture and open space, but what really caught his attention was that gorgeous Vegas skyline. In that instant, his imagination turned on and...everything else sort of turned off as for the second time that day he dropped all of his luggage and anyone else’s who thought they’d use the muscled athlete as a pack mule. “Yo! Check that shit out!” Leon scrambled for his art bag, as he dashed through the open space past everyone else. Anything that Nate had said, completely disregarded. Sami’s lecture? In one ear, out the other as he nearly tripped over a bar stool, knocking it to the floor, as he headed out onto the balcony and planted himself firmly into a chair. Sketchbook, graphite and eraser in hand, he got to work crafting the daytime view of the Las Vegas Strip. Night would probably be more magical with it’s bright neon lights and the sounds of drunken gamblers clambering through the streets, but the daylight brought its own sense of magic with it. What better way to share that magic, than with the people he cared about the most, “Nate! Vee! You gotta take a look at this!”

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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There was...a lot to take in.

Within thirty seconds Val had come storming out of the RV with AJ collapsing out behind her. There was confusion, joking and laughter, painful expressions and ones of understanding. None of that really mattered, because for the first time since entering the parking lot, Leon finally felt it, an overwhelming sense of animosity. Leon knew he was dense, he hadn't noticed it before now, but apparently all it took was a swift kick to the nuts for him to both equally realize and yet not fully comprehend the tension that had formed in the air. It took him a moment to register that Reyna was talking to him, something about going after Val.. a chihuahua, the pound..oh that's what she was going for. Ava somehow found this to be utterly hilarious, even encouraging him to do so and while he wasn't exactly angry with them making fun of her, he wasn't really amused either.

"That's enough...both of you." His eyes probably looked doe like themselves, almost Mastiff in comparison, while his tone came across more like a disappointed parent in their child. Even though his look and tone belied disappointment, he couldn't really blame them for making the comparison, Val was...can come across as hot headed, fiery, like a small fire cracker. He always joked with her that she was like a terrier, more bark than actual bite, though given the pained expression on AJ's face that statement wasn't exactly true. The dog comparison though, was he really up to judge Reyna for making it? At least he told it to Val's face in confidence, but even so. Looking over to where she'd gone, Sami had taken up most of her form from behind her and seemed to be calming her down, at least someone was. Back over to AJ...he had enough onlookers to take care of him, normally he'd just pick up the smaller man from the ground, but it was probably more comfortable down there than the current hot spot in his groin; either way he needed to get out of the fray for now.

Hoisting up his bags he started making his way over to the RV, "I'm gonna go grab that shower now, so if anyone needs me, I'll be inside" At the very least he could go ahead and get clean and hopefully make this trip less mucked up than it already was. His only hope as he climbed the stairs of the double decker was that they didn't start the damn thing while he was in the middle of cleaning himself off.

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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Leon definitely needed a shower, but with Val storming off into the RV with AJ, it didn’t look like it was going to happen anytime soon. So...what to do with his time now? That all too familiar ache was creeping up into his muscles, his adrenaline was going down from his impromptu run. A cooldown lap couldn’t hurt, he’d probably end up kicking himself more later if he didn’t take the time. Ivy and Chloe had the right idea though by bringing their bags over to the RV, they were eventually going to have to be let in at some point and all their luggage would inevitably have to follow. Plus the mention of food did get him going a bit and he needed to calories to keep his muscle mass. Wrapping his hoodie around his neck like a hand towel, he hoisted up the dropped luggage onto his arms and started walking, “Yo, I’ve got our gear bro, think you could grab V’s stuff while I bring this over?”

Making his way over to the girls, he let out a rather light hearted laugh at Ivy’s comment about running a marathon, “What can I say? I had a late morning run, you gotta get your workouts in when you can.” Setting the bags down, he turned to face the girls all the while raising his arms up and resting his hands against the back of his head. Standard post workout procedure, let more air into your lungs or some junk like that, to him it was routine, to anyone else it’d look different. “I’d wear my shirt, but it’s pretty sweaty right now...and by it I also mean me.” Turning to Chloe he gave a little smirk, “and who could resist goodies from Nainai?” Graciously accepting the proffered bun, he bit into it and savored the flavor, “send her my regards, won’t you darling?” Giving Chloe a knowing wink he started strutting off, “gonna go take a quick lap around, be back in a minute.”

He resumed his restful pose as he walked around, bun held in his mouth, hands only moving away from his head so he could savor another bite of the tasty treat. Mid walk, he didn’t think it would hurt to greet everyone, “Chris, Aleks, how you two doing?” He didn’t know them all that well, but still it paid to be polite, especially since they were all going to be crammed into the same vehicle together for a couple of months. “Sami boy, good to see ya. Emi, digging the jacket, it’s a good look. Feebs, pinks a good color for you.” All of them were good people and Leon was feeling more confident that this was going to be a great trip, especially since, “Reyna! Thanks for making food, smells delicious, but I’m coming back for that bacon so save me some, won’t you? Short Stack, how’s my favorite pain in the ass doing this morning?” This was good, he got to cool down from his run, got to eat delicious food and got to say hi to everyone, “Morning Katie.” Wait...what?

Leon paused and actually had to do a double take, why was Katie here? Was she just going to see them off? No that wouldn’t make sense, not really any reason for her to...except she has bags with her...unless. Like a bolt of lightning, more akin to someone just flipping a light switch, things clicked in Leon’s head. “Damn Katie, I didn’t know you were coming with us!” His tone was rather excited, a big smile planted on his face, “Thought you would’ve been halfway to Paris by now, what made you decide to come with us?” He pondered on this thought...for all of two seconds, “Doesn’t matter, you’re coming with us and I’m okay with that. Anyway, I need to finish my walk...and see if I can get into the RV for a shower. Talk to you later.” With that he sauntered back over to the RV to stand by his stuff and noticed that Val or AJ hadn’t come out yet. “Think it’s fine to go in there yet? I’d really rather not start this trip off by making the camper smell like the boy’s locker room…”

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

MISFIT BARNES

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18 • Male • Straight

(FC: Robbie Amell; Dialogue: 1E90FF)
♫ I've got a burning in my heart
It's tearing me apart
Somebody call the doctor
Hey I think I'm losin' my mind now
Havin' trouble findin' a way out
Shine so bright this star's gonna burn out
I take and don't know why they give ♫

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► reputation

Tall, talented, handsome, athletic, a star player given the opportunity to ride his way through college on a scholarship. Leon is the epitome of a high school jock, hanging out with the cool kids, working out to perfect his toned body, and focusing more on sports over his studies. At least to most people at Beverly High, that’s just who he is. To the rest of his friends, the other misfits he opened up to, he’s a bubbly, yet mild-mannered closeted nerd who’s really into fantasy novels and sketching artwork.

Leon is the type of man who enjoys the attention he receives while being in the spotlight, dribbling down the court, making that perfect shot. However, he’s also the type who appreciates the idling silence and nonchalant of good company, where he can be how he really feels without the pressures of society bearing down on him. It’s a balanced scale he has to constantly teter across, only tipping one end over the other if it means his decisions and loyalties will end up hurting the people he cares about; then all bets are off.

► noteworthy appearance traits

Shiny brown hair, bright blue eyes and abs for days. Clothing is either short sleeved or no sleeved with either BBall shorts or jeans.

► ride/favorite item

Sketchbook with a Coal Pencil.

► current dilemma

The wants of the many vs. the few; Leon admits he has a natural talent that he has honed his whole life, but in his heart he wants to draw and be a damn good artist, but can he go against what his family/society has destined him for?

► warning

His mom is off limits, it’s the one piece of his past he doesn’t talk about

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► quirks

• Shows off his abs and muscles (way too much)
• Chews too loud (even with his mouth closed) *caution*carrotsenablenegativemouthspace*caution*
• Chewing on his pencil when deep in thought (does not trigger quirk 2)

► hobbies

• Working out
• Reading (primarily Sci-Fi/Fantasy)
• Drawing (anything & everything)
• Practicing Basketball
• Voice Impressions

► dreams

Being everything that he could strive for, while his family accepted everything he strove for

► fears

Disappointing those around him, with all the high expectations around him, the last thing he’d want to do is let anybody down.

► likes/dislikes

✔ Dat Hot Bod
✔ Lizards
✔ KFC (guilty pleasure)
✖ Baseball
✖ Stink Bugs
✖ Handkerchiefs (reusable tissues? Gross…)

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► occupation

By day, star athlete training for the Big Leagues, by night artist by commission (I won’t work for your exposure)

► family

_{FC: Patrick Dempsey}

• Derrek Barnes - Father;Lifelong coach - the one who pushes Leon the hardest, even to his own physical detriment.

► brief history

Born originally in Chicago, IL, Leon was born to a loving mother and father, both of whom bore no other children. “Not that they had much of a chance mind you, Ma died 2 years after I was born, but the scent of Elderberry and Pine still makes me smile.” It wasn’t long into his youth that his latent abilities for the court became rather apparent. “Pops tried a couple of sports with me, though I think he always wanted me to be a hockey player. We used to watch the Canucks every season, still do now...did I not mention he was from Toronto?” Though his youthful days in Chicago were enjoyable, fairer winds eventually crossed him from the heart of the Midwest into the Californian sun. “Pops got a better job opportunity, said it’d be good for us to leave home, leave bad blood and memories behind. That was...7 or so years ago I think, didn’t really know what he meant back then and still don’t know what he means even now. Nah...I just gotta get back home, with graduation soon, college on the horizon, I’ll get there, I’ll make Ma proud.”
Now as another chapter comes to an end in the life of Leon Barnes, he has one last hurrah before the future takes hold. “For all the curveballs life threw at me, my time at Beverly Hills High was probably some of the best moments I had. The people I met, the friends I made, the lifetime of memories...This is my last chance, y’know? To have a bit of fun before doing something...worthwhile. I don’t really know if this is where I want to be, but...it’s where I’ve gotta be, y’know? Aw hell, let’s do this some other time, yea? Future’s on the horizon, and I’m gonna be there to take it by storm!”

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► extra information

Song for Playlist: Starlight Brigade

BONUS:

YaBoy

Contacts

AJ

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. . AJ is a bit of a wild card, he’s got a good heart, but his personality can be rather unpredictable at the best of times. That being said, he’s a good man and a powerful athlete. I helped give him a little bulk by having him join my rigorous training regimen and even ‘flexed’ a little to give him a boost during his promposal Junior year. In return he let me drive a really nice car and even though I wasn’t planning on going, bought me a prom ticket and fitted me into a nice suit, it's..probably the best fitting suit I’ve ever worn. He’s been through some rough times in the past year, I’ve offered to have him join me during my workouts just to get his mind off things, but he never really budged. Suffice it to say, I was rather surprised when he invited me on this road trip of his, I nearly declined but then I thought...maybe he’s offering to me what I tried offering to him...a last chance to appreciate the little things. He may not be fully healed, but maybe even he realizes that I’ve got my own problems to sort out; I respect him for that.

Aleks

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. . I’ve gotta be honest...I have no idea what to make of this guy. I’ve never had any real interaction from him other than a quick “hey” here and there. Outside of that though, I’ve usually seen him around the other gearheads and he seems rather amicable, but unlike Chris who I think will stab me, Aleks is just on that borderline level of there and attentive to be slightly...unnerving I think. Like I’m half convinced he’s a vampire, but I’m also half convinced that if I were in a horror movie and I went to close my bathroom mirror he’d be standing right behind me; instead of with a knife though, he’d have like...a bagel in his hand.

Ava

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. . Ava? Oh, you mean Short Stack Supremo! Nah, I’m kidding, we’re pretty cool with each other. We don’t hang out one on one very often, but when we do, it’s usually during a good run or work out. Plus, she’s probably one of the only misfits in the crew that I can have an in-depth conversation about sports with; which puts a new spin on nerds speaking another language. Some of the other girls I talk to seem to get pretty jealous whenever I mention hanging out with her, something about her reputation? Couldn’t really care what other people think, to me, she’s just ‘short stack’ and to her, I’m well… ‘meathead’. She still gives me garbage when I told her I was a Bulls fan, I mean, yea I know Jordan was the highlight of their career, but a man’s gotta show his hometown pride off, y’know?

Chloe

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. . Yea! #TeamHotSauce, the best banging buddies in Beverly Hills High! Oh...uh I mean best banging of buddies...I- I think Chloe told me not to put it that way… Anyway! Chloe’s cool, yea. We get along pretty well and we’d usually grouped up together in class if we ever had to work on projects, good work ethic, y’know? Plus I mean, she’s goddamn fine like fire and she knows I think that and I know that she knows that I’m pretty damn fine too, but uh...yea we had that talk already. It wouldn’t work out, mutual agreement and all, we still flirt though, her more than me. It’s all in good fun though and everyone thinks we’re a thing, but we’re not. You’d think they’d have gotten the message when we never showed up to prom together, but let them think what they want. We’ve got a good thing going and neither of us really want to ruin it.

Chris

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. . I don’t know much about Chris, I’ve seen him here and there whenever I’m hanging out with AJ, never pegged him much for conversation though, even so, I usually try to keep my distance. Sometimes I’ll look over and see him giving me this look. It’s not so much the kind of look that says ‘I’m gonna kill you’ so much as it’s the kind of look that says ‘Keep one eye open’. Can’t say that anyone really makes me nervous buuuut… we’re gonna need a bigger RV for this trip I think...

Emilia

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. . I never really had the chance to get to know Emilia. She seemed nice enough and rather helpful and generous, but I never got to know her better than through passing between the Misfits and the jocks. Regardless of what my personal views of her are, what happened to her was disgusting. I had heard she didn’t take the break up well, but when I actually saw her… I suppose that doesn’t really matter. I have to say though, despite her being rather secluded recently, I was surprised that she wanted to come on this trip with us. Hopefully she knows she’s in good company and maybe we’ll get to chat more before the end of it.

Ivy

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. . Ivy was an interesting turn of events, cause at school she was this really sweet girl, kind of cute, actually helped me pass history when I was getting a D in it. As appreciative as I was, I’m ashamed to say I didn’t really think much of her...until that night. It was early in the Junior year, I got a late start to my workout, practice ran later than I thought it would and I took my sweet time getting in a post practice work out. I was about ready to hit the gym when I heard a bunch of loud noises coming from inside and who do I see, but this same bright, bubbly girl going to the absolute max on this punching bag. I think that was a turning point that night, I viewed her in a very different light, saw a little bit of myself in her. We bonded over our loss, our dreams and desires, we workout a lot together and I always bring my sketchbook to the gym now.

Phoebe (aka Josephine)

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. . Oh, Feebs? Yea I like her, though I didn’t really get to know her before Junior year, well halfway into Junior year, her and I were like co-operatives in Operation AJPromposalaloopa. Before that though, she was just some quiet and shy girl that hung around the Misfits. I mean one second, she’d be in the corner, I’d go back to drawing and by the time I looked back up I had to double take cause her hair turned blue; it took a while to get used to that. Oh, but yea, back to the promposal, so we ended up working together and while I had my doubts she actually had some really good ideas, eventually we just bounced enough off each other to get the proverbial friendship ball rolling. Then we started interacting more, or rather I talked more and she listened more, she’s really good at that. Come to think of it, maybe she always listened, but at least it’s not from the corner anymore? I don’t know, but she likes to see what I have to draw and while she doesn’t exactly like me drawing her, she lets me anyway. Feebs is probably the reason I got into watercolors for a while, she always gave me something new to work with!

Katie

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. . When I first met Katie, she was like...hot oil in water. In class, outside the halls, she just seemed to have it out with anyone who even looked at her wrong, let alone spoke to her the wrong way. I learned pretty early on to stay out of that mess, especially after ‘Saucy Sawyer’ tapped her on the ass, pretty sure you could hear that voice halfway across the country. Even after I found out she hung around the misfits, I kind of kept my distance, didn’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble I guess. It wasn’t until this one night at this party, things are winding down a bit that we get to talking and I realize I had this girl pegged all wrong… Don’t get me wrong, she’s still hot oil in water, she just doesn’t take anyone’s crap and I gotta respect her for that. Once we got to talking about her thing though, I realized the kind of look she had, it was the same as when I’m on the court with that level of focus and determination. If it’s just the two of us, then I’m the brawn and she’s the brains, and that’s coming from the biggest idiot I know.

Nate

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. . Nate’s a really good friend of mine, a true brother in arms. We’re like two completely different people, yet one in the same. He’s rather timid and I’m not, he sort of keeps to himself and I don’t, he’s rather small and skinny and...I mean...Look I know I’m giving really bad examples, but hear me out here. Despite our differences, we both have a commonality here, our love for literature and art. If there was a male version of ‘Book Club’ we’d be it, but instead of sitting in a circle, he’s taking his pictures, I’m drawing trees on my canvas and we’re talking about the idiosyncrasies of Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn (I highly recommend it by the way). He’s like...the biscuit to my jam and if we hadn’t met, I don’t think I’d be as comfortable opening up to the rest of the misfits about my own hobbies. Don’t tell him this, but he’s like my grounded unit, he’s what keeps my lighting from shooting off into space.

Reyna

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. . Reyna is like...wow, and I mean like a big W.O.W. all caps, periods at the end kind of, yea… Uh, anyway, when we got to hanging out, it was mostly a bit of bball at first, she taught me a few tricks and I got to picking them up pretty quick. Outside of that though when we get to talking, it’s a little weird, like not in a bad way at all either, I just feel equal parts comfortable and...tense? Intimidated? I don’t really know, she makes me feel happy and I like her company, but she’s got so much more freedom than I do, I’ve always been committed to my life’s career and she’s like water dancing with the wind. I never made a move on her, didn’t think I could live the life I have now while managing a relationship. I couldn’t tell you if things will change with this trip, but if nothing else, it’ll be good to take this trip with her and our friends, maybe feel that freedom she feels every day.

Sami

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. . Sami’s a really chill dude ya know? He just seems to like, know things, like the things that are bothering you before you really even know they’re bothering you; it’s like some weird radar superpower juju biz. Like one day, barely even knew this guy, he comes out of nowhere and starts chatting me up, telling me about this beach he goes to unwind and offered me to come down. Literally had no reason to go, like I don’t know this guy, I don’t have any obligations, but I went, felt like a calling I needed to answer ya know? Ever since, we’ve been friends, and he’s always there when you need him, even if you didn’t think to call him in the first place. Damn good cook too, he made me a deep dish pizza cause I mentioned it offhand once. Plus, it’s really hard to be mad at the guy. I mean, I saw him punch this one dude in the face and the two have been friends ever since, it was pretty awesome. At the end of the day...if there was, like a sign of god, it’s walking around all of us in a leather jacket, that’s who Sami is.

Val

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. . I’ve known Val for….a few years now, Freshman year I think, Mr. Mackey’s Bio class. I got a little lost trying to find the class and the only seat available was next to this girl who was staring out the window, with this kind of sad look on her face. I dunno, something about that didn’t sit right and I thought she could use a friend, so I made my way over, set down my things and took a seat. She turned to look at me, I gave her my best smile, and I said, “Hey. I’m Leon, and I’m new here. It’s nice to meet you, partner.” Truth be told, I was already in the LA area for a couple of years now, but she didn’t need to know that, she just needed to know that ‘Hey I’ll be your friend and I’ll be there anytime you need me!’ ...I’d like to think she got the message, I mean, she’s come to every one of my games for the past four years. I feel like a lot of people either don’t like Val or don’t understand her. Sometimes she gives them this look that scares them off, and I’ll scold her for it...sometimes. Other times I sort of just tussle her hair, especially when she gives me that look. You know the look right? The one that makes you feel like you’re talking to a cactus, but you get underneath them prickly needles and she’s just sweetwater. Eh...Don’t tell her that though, she’s got a mean punch. Recently though...I don't know I've been getting some weird vibes from her ever since we went to prom together. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I feel like she's been avoiding me or just doing her best to not talk to me? She hangs out with our other friends, which I mean is fine, she's her own person, she can do what she wants. Might be she's just in a mood though, which happens more often than you think it would. Either way, I know we'll have a great summer together, we're best friends after all.

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

MISFIT BARNES

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18 • Male • Straight

(FC: Robbie Amell; Dialogue: 1E90FF)
♫ I've got a burning in my heart
It's tearing me apart
Somebody call the doctor
Hey I think I'm losin' my mind now
Havin' trouble findin' a way out
Shine so bright this star's gonna burn out
I take and don't know why they give ♫

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► reputation

Tall, talented, handsome, athletic, a star player given the opportunity to ride his way through college on a scholarship. Leon is the epitome of a high school jock, hanging out with the cool kids, working out to perfect his toned body, and focusing more on sports over his studies. At least to most people at Beverly High, that’s just who he is. To the rest of his friends, the other misfits he opened up to, he’s a bubbly, yet mild-mannered closeted nerd who’s really into fantasy novels and sketching artwork.

Leon is the type of man who enjoys the attention he receives while being in the spotlight, dribbling down the court, making that perfect shot. However, he’s also the type who appreciates the idling silence and nonchalant of good company, where he can be how he really feels without the pressures of society bearing down on him. It’s a balanced scale he has to constantly teter across, only tipping one end over the other if it means his decisions and loyalties will end up hurting the people he cares about; then all bets are off.

► noteworthy appearance traits

Shiny brown hair, bright blue eyes and abs for days. Clothing is either short sleeved or no sleeved with either BBall shorts or jeans.

► ride/favorite item

Sketchbook with a Coal Pencil.

► current dilemma

The wants of the many vs. the few; Leon admits he has a natural talent that he has honed his whole life, but in his heart he wants to draw and be a damn good artist, but can he go against what his family/society has destined him for?

► warning

His mom is off limits, it’s the one piece of his past he doesn’t talk about

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► quirks

• Shows off his abs and muscles (way too much)
• Chews too loud (even with his mouth closed) *caution*carrotsenablenegativemouthspace*caution*
• Chewing on his pencil when deep in thought (does not trigger quirk 2)

► hobbies

• Working out
• Reading (primarily Sci-Fi/Fantasy)
• Drawing (anything & everything)
• Practicing Basketball
• Voice Impressions

► dreams

Being everything that he could strive for, while his family accepted everything he strove for

► fears

Disappointing those around him, with all the high expectations around him, the last thing he’d want to do is let anybody down.

► likes/dislikes

✔ Dat Hot Bod
✔ Lizards
✔ KFC (guilty pleasure)
✖ Baseball
✖ Stink Bugs
✖ Handkerchiefs (reusable tissues? Gross…)

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► occupation

By day, star athlete training for the Big Leagues, by night artist by commission (I won’t work for your exposure)

► family

_{FC: Patrick Dempsey}

• Derrek Barnes - Father;Lifelong coach - the one who pushes Leon the hardest, even to his own physical detriment.

► brief history

Born originally in Chicago, IL, Leon was born to a loving mother and father, both of whom bore no other children. “Not that they had much of a chance mind you, Ma died 2 years after I was born, but the scent of Elderberry and Pine still makes me smile.” It wasn’t long into his youth that his latent abilities for the court became rather apparent. “Pops tried a couple of sports with me, though I think he always wanted me to be a hockey player. We used to watch the Canucks every season, still do now...did I not mention he was from Toronto?” Though his youthful days in Chicago were enjoyable, fairer winds eventually crossed him from the heart of the Midwest into the Californian sun. “Pops got a better job opportunity, said it’d be good for us to leave home, leave bad blood and memories behind. That was...7 or so years ago I think, didn’t really know what he meant back then and still don’t know what he means even now. Nah...I just gotta get back home, with graduation soon, college on the horizon, I’ll get there, I’ll make Ma proud.”
Now as another chapter comes to an end in the life of Leon Barnes, he has one last hurrah before the future takes hold. “For all the curveballs life threw at me, my time at Beverly Hills High was probably some of the best moments I had. The people I met, the friends I made, the lifetime of memories...This is my last chance, y’know? To have a bit of fun before doing something...worthwhile. I don’t really know if this is where I want to be, but...it’s where I’ve gotta be, y’know? Aw hell, let’s do this some other time, yea? Future’s on the horizon, and I’m gonna be there to take it by storm!”

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► extra information

Song for Playlist: Starlight Brigade

BONUS:

YaBoy

REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY.

For those of you here the last time around when I introduced the weird, hippy, stoner vagabond; he will not be making a reappearance (probably for the best). So in your basic relationships just disregard him, I'll be making a new character to join the ride from the start.

The Divine

Probably, seems like we're just waiting on more posts

The Divine

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

Fingers dance idly across the polished surface of marbled granite, nails painting out the resounding tempo throughout his room. Elijah, deep in thought, a most common tick in him being the only thing to break the deafening silence in his own little world, his thumb subconsciously stroking his chin, awaiting his father’s reply. Sitting upon that same surface of his desk was a crystallized mirror. Shards of floating glass, imbued with magical properties formed the image of the elder Masterson as he too was deep in thought, reading the letter sent to him via raven only days earlier.

“You’ve really managed to piss him off this time, haven’t you?” The distorted voice of the crystals resonated out to him. Elijah’s eyes instinctively wandered out towards the window as he began formulating a response in his mind. The air had grown much colder lately, the starting signs of impending winter and soon enough snowfall would grace the land, “She is not the goddess, Father.” The tapping stopped as Elijah leaned back in his chair, his fingers folding and interlocking with each other, his embered gaze never leaving the glass panes of his window. “So you have stated in your letter here, and exactly how well did Ulric take those words?” The mirror mockingly asked him.

“Better than I thought… less than I’d hoped.”

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“My Lord, I must advise you to seriously reconsider this announcement involving the Kassian girl!” Elijah was hot on the tail of his Emperor, having watched and listened for days while the insanity of it all took off. First it was kidnapping some poor peasant girl in the streets, next it was comparing her visage to that of the goddess Aurelia, now it was announcing to the world the return of the goddess; enough was enough. “One person, in the wrong place, at the wrong time, looking seemingly like a portrait from a thousand years ago, does not one a goddess make! Please My Lord, you must see reason to this!” He had to do something, they were already considering making one of the servants in the castle a scapegoat as her appearance was very nearly identical.

"Quiet!” The Emperor stopped mid-stride and turned quickly on heel to face his advisor. "I will not hear it anymore.” Faded & tired hazel eyes glared at the young man before him, “You know that I trust Lord Baron a great deal. What reason would he have to lie?!” The Emperor huffed and turned, seemingly done with the conversation. He began to walk down the hallway again, toward the audience chamber. "For God's sake, Elijah, he once led my royal guard. He has no reason to lie to me! In fact, he has more reasons NOT to lie to me.”

Elijah came to a halt as Ulric turned on him, the young man’s heated gaze matching his Elder, before he turned and continued back down his path. “This is not a matter of trust and loyalty, My Lord!” Elijah’s own strides carried him further ahead, passing Ulric before turning to face him, hoping to halt his advance. “This is about common sense! What if he’s wrong about the girl? Think of the political backlash you would face, kidnapping an innocent girl, claiming she’s a goddess among mortals? We are already in a war and making such bold claims could not only lose us allies, but make more enemies, it would be the end of the Empire!” He let the words sink in, but more than frustrated Elijah continued on, “You’ve done many a great deal for this kingdom, and your word is law, but you cannot deny that there are those who believe your decisions to be controversial, this would only add more fuel to the flames.”

Ulric paused briefly, looking his advisor up and down as if to question why he would ever think to cross into the Emperor’s path. "And what of it? Are great things not done when there is also great risk?” He shook his head, moving past the younger man. "Your father might have thought better to question my decisions. I advise you to hold your tongue on this, young lord.” The Emperor once again began his walk to the audience chamber. "We will awaken the Goddess.” He paused for a moment to look back at his advisor. "And if we don’t… Aerowyn may be lost for us all.” He stared at Elijah, clearly wanting to further elaborate on this statement but instead keeping whatever it was he knew to himself. It was time to announce Goddess Aurelia’s return.

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Aerowyn may be lost for us all, initially Elijah thought Ulric was filled with spiteful pride and arrogance, but those words left an ominous foreboding that only left more questions with no answers. “He’s playing a dangerous game, for what the worth is I know not of.” Elijah’s face turned back towards the visage of his father, “He’s deliberately hiding something, something that could very well affect everyone and everything involved.” The crystals in all their odd distortions chuckled in resonance with Kenneth’s voice, “Ulric has always been that way, one to burden himself with all of the responsibilities, even when those around him were willing to aid him.”

Elijah stood up from his seat and walked towards the fireplace, a subtle flash in his eyes igniting the semi charred remnants already there, the ignition quickly warming up the cooled room. “He certainly makes it difficult to play the role of advisor,” he stated, turning around and walking towards a nearby cabinet to shuffle through his clothing. “So what do you intend to do about your role with the girl then? Simply give up on her before anything has even started?”

“No,” he stated with confidence, wrapping a burgundy cloak around himself, inlaid with silver trim, “I shall do as my Lord commands and ‘awaken the goddess’, however his expectations of what I am to do with her, will be entirely different from what I actually will do with her.” Approaching his desk once more, he stared into the crystallized image of his father, “For now, I must bid you farewell, the ceremony is about to start. I will send more information to you once I have a further inkling of understanding to it.” The image chortled, “Of course, I look forward to it. I wish you the best of luck, and as poor in taste as it might be, may the goddess guide your steps.” Elijah’s face grimaced as he saw his own father smirk in the mirror, a hand wave gesture later and the fractured mirror mended itself into a solid piece of glass, the only reflection in it was Elijah’s own. Turning on his heel to march out of the room, he stated to no one in particular, “She is not the goddess,” and slammed the door behind him.

The Divine

Elijah Jameson Masterson

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Age
28

Appearance
Stands at 5'11" and weighs 172 lbs. His skin is fairly pale, which stands out further with his raven black hair that end in ember-like hues and fairly consistent darkish clothing. Tends to wear loose, cotton clothing with a shawl/cloak/hood adornment, though it’s not always worn up unless he’s outside of the castle. Clothing is usually colored in dark reds and blues, with undertones of browns and blacks. His eyes have an almost unusual, ethereal glow, as though staring into them were akin to staring at burning wood. Even though his gaze appears intense and critical, it’s almost as though he sees past and were staring right through you.

Personality
Elijah is seen as a lone wolf, the kind of person who doesn’t interact with anyone and whose emotions are suppressed to a T. No one ever really sees him smile or frown, always with the same neutral expression on his face. He speaks with facts and honest opinion, usually to the detriment of his own existence at times. Despite these circumstances, he’s practically unafraid to speak his own mind, and does so with brutal efficiency.

His emotions do seem to regulate his flow of mana however, as when he becomes more agitated or emotionally distraught, his skin becomes hot to the touch and his eyes flare stronger with that ethereal light. Fortunately, it takes a lot to get under his skin and years of practice have given him a firmer grip on both his emotional and mental state.

Race
Human

Origin
Born in Aerowyn, but raised in Z’Rosa with his father who was stationed their to maintain a human magical presence in the Elven capital.

Residence
Lives in the castle, in his father’s old chambers.

Position
Noble

Occupation
Imperial Advisor of the Mystical Arts
Divine

Abilities/Qualifications
~ Master Pyromancer
~ Alchemist/Potioneer
~ Runic Inscriber & Artificer

Bio
Elijah was raised in the Elven Kingdom of Z’Rosa, by his father who cared far too much for his line of work, and surrounded by a people who, despite allowing him to exist there, cared very little for his well being. During his early years, he struggled to grasp the basics of the arcane, often falling behind in his studies, behind the elves who viewed themselves higher and mightier than he, behind the legacy his father had built upon. If Elijah wasn’t falling behind in his studies, he was simply sick and bedridden. Even to his father, who’s own work mattered above all else, this was beyond unacceptable and if Elijah couldn’t be the Masterson he was destined to be, his father would force it so. The things that transpired in the Masterson Manse would have broken a normal man, it very nearly broke Elijah, and yet something changed in him.

Elijah had found the strength and resolve he had been lacking in, and not only caught up in his studies, but exceeded them beyond even his classmates and teachers comprehensions. At Twenty-Three he became and appointed member of the guild of magistrates, alongside his father, furthering his own studies into the arcane. When the letter came for his father to return home to be at the Emperor’s side once again, Elijah was instructed to go in his stead, as his work was far more important in Z’Rosa than it was in Aerowyn. Much to the Emperor’s chagrin, Elijah was begrudgingly accepted in the stead of his father to be one of his Imperial Advisors. Though their relationship had it’s rocky start, Elijah has become a most trusted advisor and valuable ally to the Emperor. His keen sense and intuition soon earned him a spot as becoming one of Ariella’s ‘Divine’. Though skeptical at this individual’s sudden rise to the title of goddess, the Emperor shall have what he wants, if not in the ways of magic, in the ways of an ever-present and omniscient goddess.

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Family/NPCs

Kenneth Masterson

Mystical Ambassador and liaison to the Z’Rosian capital. Kenneth Masterson has spent his life studying the magical arts, exploring the land for it’s many secrets and uncovering the truth to life itself. Serving as one of the Emperor’s original advisors, he was tasked with becoming an ambassador to Z’Rosa to further their political relationship between their two kingdoms. During these most recent times of crisis however, when the Emperor ordered him back to Aerowyn, he realized his work would serve his kingdom far greater if he stayed in Z’Rosa, and sent his son, Elijah in his stead.

Eva Masterson

~ Deceased ~
Elijah’s mother, she died during childbirth, thus he has no memory of her and his father isn’t willing to share any stories either.

Relia/Living Armor

A suit of living armor, an inanimate object given life through the power of magic and mystical runes. It acts as both a servant and bodyguard to Elijah, it doesn’t speak, it doesn’t think, it only listens to the commands of its master.

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